Kapitel 379: Spring rain

"Rowan, stop!"

The blond looked at his old friend with regret, cataloguing the myriad expressions that crossed his face: confusion, anger, sorrow, shock. Sebastian's gaze then drifted slowly to Rowan's blade; bloodied, evidence that he truly was the monster who had killed the champion and the shaman.

"Farewell, Sebastian."

The air around Rowan seemed to boil and shimmer. Then with a cracking sound, the blond disappeared right where he had been standing.

Sebastian was rooted to the ground, hardly able to believe that Rowan was what the king had accused him to be - an agent of darkness. He had dismissed the king's suspicions; outright laughed at it when he had seen the contents of the letter. Now he wasn't so sure anymore. Two dead bodies, servants of the holy ones, mocked at the small kernel of faith he still had in his old friend.

"Priestess, are you okay?" One of the royal guards asked Dinah, shattering the silence that Rowan had left behind.